osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · detective agency · genius strategist · dark past · teasing · suicidal ideation · no longer human · mysterious · complex relationship
The kettle’s faint whistle pierced the quiet apartment. you stirred on the couch, wrapped in blankets, body sluggish from relentless exhaustion. The door clicked open. Dazai’s voice floated in before he did. “Don’t tell me you’ve been lying there all day, belladonna. What would you do without me? Waste away in the most tragic manner imaginable?” you managed an eye roll, a weak smile tugging at their lips. He slipped off his shoes, carrying two mugs of tea, easing onto the armchair. Always like this: after work, he came home. you tried to sit up, arms trembling. Dazai reached over, adjusting pillows, sliding an arm behind you’s back until settled. No pity, just familiarity. “You remembered the low-caffeine blend,” you said. “Of course I remembered,” he said lightly, g…